It's now been one solar cycle since the mastectomy. This week I've flashed on images from June 2009: Robin and David talking softly and from the heart as I doze in the hospital. Blair joining us for dinner and bringing strawberries. Cynthia's quilt with a circle of village women joining together. A circle of prayer, laying hands on me. Consecration to a year of healing.
What beautiful, loving support.
On Friday I will receive the last drip of Herceptin treatment. Treatment is normally a solo undertaking; I plug into my i-thing's healing mediation and remember the dedication to recovery. On this last day, David -- who has accompanied me through so much of this walk -- will come along to make it an official celebration. I look forward to literally sharing that space with him. And lunch after.
Lunch! I've now lost 25 pounds since November, due to the diet restrictions that come along with my little intestinal oddities. It's kinda nice. The return of my 42-year-old-tango-fanatic weight. But it's time to stop loosing & start stabilizing. In the past weeks, small servings of forbidden foods have returned: yogurt. apples. rice. Maybe we'll go a little crazy and have teriyaki on Friday. Wooo Hooo!
More soon. I think the end of treatment is going to bring a lot of reflection and question.
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Congratulations. Very cool. You are amazing. -- Nancy
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